*It was about oxygenating seas
crossing them on our bare feet
as we tied wishes to the stars
that live deeply within
entwining a few more
with silver strands of thread
and placing them as sequins
on your skin
It was about cleaning the veins
of all nostalgic things
giving them wings, setting them free
and laying all the sunsets at our feet
it was about putting an end to thoughts
that double over in the rain
to pick the daisies in the spring
and boughs of yesterdays
For me
it was about surrendering to you
without a question or regret
claiming your heart
amidst a breaking laughter
of the waves and rustle of the sheets
submitting to each other
under white linen leaves
it was about waking up yours
with you
not knowing the hour or the day*
Dec 1, 2015
Dec 1, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
*It was about oxygenating seas
crossing them on our bare feet
as we tied wishes to the stars
that live deeply within
entwining a few more
with silver strands of thread
and placing them as sequins
on your skin
It was about cleaning the veins
of all nostalgic things
giving them wings, setting them free
and laying all the sunsets at our feet
it was about putting an end to thoughts
that double over in the rain
to pick the daisies in the spring
and boughs of yesterdays
For me
it was about surrendering to you
without a question or regret
claiming your heart
amidst a breaking laughter
of the waves and rustle of the sheets
submitting to each other
under white linen leaves
it was about waking up yours
with you
not knowing the hour or the day*
I have taken down all the inert things that we once hung on the walls. Those things that distract, but no one really sees.
